Sunday, September 17, 2017

Mindfulness - a poem.

Walking out to the garage after an autumn rain,
I notice my black and white rain boots
stepping between soaking yellow oak leaves
on the sidewalk dotted with recent rain drops.
Sun shines anew and the air is humid for once,
thickened and warm like a friendly hug,
scented by damp earth.
It's too bad I can't enjoy it-
my brain sternly cuts in to remind me-
Life has too much worry and burden and sadness
to linger in such a luxury

as the present moment.